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Chapter 71: Ghosts are also delicious when chewed (Please read!)

On the ghost market street, the bleak moonlight in the sky was actually falling down!
Although it only fell halfway, if you look closely, it has fallen from the middle of the sky to a slightly slanted position.

But the entire ghost market was clearly boiling at this moment.

Whether it's the person who wrote a poem and was stuck in place, or the person who was injured because he couldn't write a poem, or the person who didn't have time to do anything...

Many people reacted and exclaimed: "So the ghost market moonset actually requires paper clouds and smoke!"

"Even a piece of blue smoke isn't enough, so does this require purple smoke to completely obliterate the moonlight?"

"Or maybe we need a few more plumes of smoke."

"Even a single puff of green smoke is extremely difficult. Who can draw more than that? Even if we work together..."

Before he finished speaking, all eyes fell on Chen Xu.

There is actually a big difference between writing poetry and writing articles. People who are good at writing articles may not necessarily be good at writing poetry.

Maybe even if it is well written and can be called a masterpiece, it is usually just an average masterpiece.

The rhythm and rhyme are standard, and the words and sentences are precise.

But if one wants to capture the beauty of words on paper, it is obviously far from enough to just have standard rhythm and beautiful words and phrases.

There must be something that is shocking, something that can make readers pay attention to it, and leave a sweet taste in their mouths, and they will not get tired of reading it even if they recite it a hundred or a thousand times.

You must know that a truly good poem becomes more fragrant the more you read it, becomes more charming the more you chew on it, and becomes more moving the more you sing it.

It doesn't even have to follow standard metrical rules; it can be unrestrained and expansive, or simple and unpretentious.

A good poem depends on whether it can touch people's hearts, or even the hearts of ghosts.

"The beauty is still young, but the love has faded. I sit leaning against the incense burner until dawn..."

Behind the stall, the shadow was muttering, and his hoarse voice gradually revealed a hint of sadness.

On both sides of the long street, more shadowy figures joined in and also recited the poem in a low voice.

"My tears wet my silk handkerchief, and I cannot dream. Deep in the night, I hear the sound of singing in the front hall..."

"I don't really understand, but why do I feel like there's a real person sitting so deep inside the palace walls?"

"She couldn't get out, and she didn't know what to do. When she opened her eyes, it was either dark or daylight."

"The sounds of stringed instruments were so loud, yet none of them had anything to do with her."

"The only thing that keeps her company is a fumigation cage. No one she wants to remember remembers her..."

"Is this a person or an object?"

The shadow swayed, and a ghost tear fell without anyone noticing.

tick-

The readers on the long street fell silent.

You compose quatrains to comfort ghosts and spirits, and even ghosts chew them to find fragrance, gaining a drop of the essence of the underworld.

[Fireworks value +300]

【Like +2+2……】

Chen Xu had not yet put down the pen in his hand, but on the Shi Ding Tian Shu blackboard, the number of likes seemed to be a torrential rain, and at this moment they were all coming towards him.

Chen Xu held the pen in his hand and was stunned for a moment.

It’s just that he didn’t have the Food Cauldron Heavenly Book long enough, so there were always many deeper things that he hadn’t had time to develop.

So much so that he would be surprised every time one was developed.

A slight surprise at first, then joy settled in.

Now is obviously not the time to have big emotional ups and downs, so Chen Xu quickly adjusted his mood.

There were so many likes coming in that he didn't have time to take a closer look at how many likes there were.

A familiar voice echoed from the crowd. It was Wu Zhengze who sighed with emotion, "It's truly a masterpiece! The language in the poem may seem too simple at first glance, but in fact it is full of deep emotion, layer upon layer, flowing smoothly and naturally.

There are people in this world who sing about the frontier, sing about mountains and rivers, sing about farming...but how many people can sing about palace grudges so exquisitely?
It is worthy of being a work that smokes on paper.

Chen Xu, you have great talent, as brilliant as the moon, which has already burst forth and cannot be concealed!"

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Xu. Many scholars in the prefecture city present only just learned that the man who wrote the poem "Green Smoke" was actually named Chen Xu.

Chen Xu had won the first place in the Tongsheng examination when he was thirteen years old, but that was a very distant time ago, and the little fame he once had had had long been buried in the dust of his failure.

Now, Wu Zhengze read out his name, precisely to let his name truly spread throughout Yunjiang from this moment on.

Chen Xu held a blunt pen in his hand and bowed to Wu Zhengze in return, thanking him for his high honor.

"Chen Xu, Brother Chen!" someone suddenly called out, "Qingyan Poetry, can you write another one?"

Expectant eyes turned to Chen Xu, who said, "Don't worry, everyone. The moon is setting so quickly, and you haven't had time to complete your transactions at the Ghost Market yet. What are we going to do then?"

This sentence may sound appropriate at first, but upon closer inspection it is extremely arrogant.

A soft gasp was heard from the crowd, and someone even blurted out a sarcastic laugh, "Do you really think that the clouds and smoke on the paper are the food on your plate and the dishes in your pot? You can have them so easily?
Hahahaha, don’t make everyone laugh…”

who is it?

Before the sarcastic laughter died down, heavy gazes were cast towards the person who was mocking him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the one who sneered was Feng Xi, who had fallen to the ground earlier.

Feng Xi fell to the ground, his head and face covered in blood. His limbs were strangely twisted and weak, but he still had a breath in his chest.

He chuckled. If Chen Xu could get everyone out by making smoke appear on paper, then what was he, Feng Xi?
Feng Xi was in such a miserable state, but even so, some people angrily retorted to him: "You can't do it, how do you know that Brother Chen can't do it?
You rely on your family background to look down on poor kids like us, but don't you know that it is the poor kids who have accomplished something you would never have dared to imagine in your entire life! "

The person who spoke turned out to be Chang Song, who was pinned down by wheat ears and unable to move.

Although he could not move, his words were still very sharp.

Next, people began to blame Feng Xi or express their expectations to Chen Xu.

Of course, no one dared to delay and hurriedly made deals with the stall owners in the ghost market as quickly as possible.

Even if you can't write a poem that will protect you from harm, try to reduce the harm as much as possible.

The crowds were bustling and the paper lanterns were dim.

However, almost no one noticed that there was an inconspicuous, thin young man in the crowd who was frowning and thinking with anxious eyes.

This person is none other than Wang Ji, the son of the Wang family.

Wang Ji didn't want to attend the divination class, so he secretly skipped class and went to the Changting Poetry Gathering to cause trouble.

But his original intention was just to replace the picture of the beauty under the moon in Cui Jingxian's hand with a real picture of a female ghost under the moon.

He encountered the female ghost on his way back from worshipping Tianzun at Qingxu Taoist Temple outside the city.

There was some delay at that time, and it was dark halfway through. The female ghost sneaked into his carriage at night, intending to seduce him.

Relying on his own mental skills and protective magic tools, Wang Ji reached out and captured the female ghost and sealed her in the painting.

After that, he changed the paintings and watched the fun. Wang Ji swore that he really just wanted to play a prank on Cui Jingxian and others and release the female ghost to scare them.

Who would have thought that when the painting was opened, it would directly invite a ghostly and spiritual realm.

The Ghost Realm is hard to come by and even harder to get out of. Now, it is clear that Feng Xi is going to be trapped in it.

As for whether other people can go out, it depends on whether the moon in the sky can set.

Who can make the moonlight truly fall?

Can Chen Xu, who just wrote a poem about green smoke and was praised by everyone, do it?

Wang Ji looked at Chen Xu, who was holding a gray straw grasshopper in his hand.

He has always been afraid of divination and has no talent for poetry, but his only advantage is that he has many treasures on him.

Therefore, Wang Ji finally used the soul-calming jade disk on his body as a bargaining chip, and successfully purchased a straw grasshopper from the ghost market stall, thus completing the transaction.

The grasshopper was light, but it still weighed him down so that he couldn't move.

What Wang Ji was worried about at the moment was that Chen Xu had not yet put down his pen and paper to get the bone mirror he wanted to buy.

If Chen Xu holds this bone mirror in his hand, will he also be pressed to the point of being unable to move?
If he couldn't move, how could he pick up a pen and write a poem that would make clouds and smoke appear on paper?

Wang Ji was nervous and worried, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

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